Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1887-05-19

ouuuint VIC hcuIh u lOW, uIOWoy, oOIb
NV roar lack the byars makes wen
they's way off. Hit KEEP agittin' loud
er as we got nearer tell it went like
bees aswarmin'. l thought it wus
bees aswarmin', beca'se ev'ry holler
tree was full NV 'em, but Giner'l Floyd
said hit wer'nt bees aswarmin' beca'se
'twer'n't time o. year fur 'em to swarm.
"Hit struck me the Giner'l was
right, so we stopped m lis'ned keer-
fully, an at last hearn somep'n growl
lack hit wus smothe'd, sarter. ing
meow! 'ngne-o-o-w! ne-ow-ow! N l
knowed right straight hit was bear.
g" Hits bear, Giner'l, | said, sorter
low.
"'D'ye reckin?' says e.
"' Jist as cert'n as guns, says l
'S'posc'n we steal march on
'im,' says e.
lies try it,, says |, an off we
started in the direction NV the racket.
Purity soon we come to a narrer
lake NV black lookin' warter, with
some mons'o big expresses agrowin'
all erroun' it, One ole scraggy teller
growed bout fifty yards f'om the bank
O. the lake, an way up in the folks NV
that cypers sot big ole black bar.
We could see the bees abuzzin' erroun'
i'm, an that's wat e wus agrowlin'
bout. But, howsomdever, he KEEP up
the lick all the time. He'd foun' the
hole what led inter the holler, an by
gnawin' an scratchin' he'd made
that ere hole big 'nough to cram is
big paw in, an he'd jist sock it in
there up to lis shoulder, N wen e
fetch it out it'd be kivercd with honey,
an then he'd begin to lick an bresh
the bees oif'n is years an out'n is
eyes with t'other paw, all the time
a-keepin up that 'Ungneow 'un.
gneo-w-w! ha'f growl, ha'f whine,
lack he wus argyin' an pleadin' the
bees.
SAT las he finished is bre kfus', an
breshin' is whiskcrs g doubled up in
a sort O. bow-knot, an afore we had
time to say 'scat!' he came tumblin'
down, 'kcrplunkr in the sof' yearth.
Then yo' jist orter aseed that ole Will.
yum. He rolled an tumbled N
whined and grunted tell his hair ris
right straight up. 'Bangp went Giner'
Floyd's gun, an the ole bar jumped
up with an Gee! jist like he wus tucl
by s'prisc, an come right straight
tow'rds Giner'l Floyd, N l tried tt
mex my old gun fire, but the primin
us damp, an there we WIS.
"Giner'l Floyd wus no coward, bu
he run that time. To mex matters still
wuss the dinged ole bees wus madde
m the bar wus, N they gun to poi
away at Giner'l Floyd, whist ] wus
skinnin' up a sweet gum. Inter tn,
lake went Giner'l Floyd, N inter tn
top o that ere saplin' went Capt'il
Sterne. As fur the bar, he studied
mint, m Their he actu-illy grinned
Their he turned off m made fur tn
mash, m we helt council O war, n
started back to camp.
Say, Cap said the Giner'l, tn
, mos fermilyer | ever hearn i'm; say
Cap, could'n' you jist tell 'em fell il
D mud holeP Hits so burned bother
some ter have people akin why'n
g wherfores.
"As I'd split my huntin' shirt, clea
to the collar, greed that we'd let by
9 cones be bygones, n we drapped tn
h matter. | hain't never said noth'r
; bout it sence, lessn's to some un
: knowed would say noth'n' bout it.
Y 1--WE spent two days in that ere Gus.
Q ed swamp afore we got out 'nwc W;
|. mighty nigh famished wen we got out
$ it an struck the wagins on t'other sid,
: wher' we kilt sever'l beeves n eat bot
b bar'l o hard-tack.
h 1--WE didn' fin nary Injuu, but W
G foun' the place wher' they had beer
e n we named the liant Billy's liant, al
d hits as good groun' as Their is
I Geo'gy. The Injuns raised corn al
O pun kins an 'taters, an must had
t mighty fine time in there
e As the old man finished speaking |
IS knocked the ashes out of his old &C
e pipe, and remarking that it was tin
p "to fly up to roost," passed into Il
a other room, leaving me to think ov
e this bit of story. Montgomery NJ FL
is som, IL, ~ Y. Post.